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CHAPTER 98
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BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT CHAPTER 103
(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Stop staring at the map like it’s going to grow legs and walk us there, Nomo! It isn’t in the Deadlands. It isn't even in the Citadel's high-security vaults. My mother didn't hide it where the soldiers look; she hid it where the priests pray," Sofia snapped, her voice echoing off the damp, moss-slicked walls of the drainage tunnel. She shoved the tattered journal back into Nomo’s chest, her fingers tingling with a frantic, cold indigo energy that made the very shadows around her feet recoil."The Sanctuary? Sofia, that’s the heart of the Triad’s religious territory. It’s where the Crimson Rites are performed. It’s the most heavily guarded consecrated ground in the entire Abribi District," Nomo replied, his eyes wide as he gripped the journal. He stumbled slightly as they waded through the ankle-deep sludge of the old city's underbelly. "If we go there, we aren't just fighting guards. We’re fighting the collective psychic weight of every blood-union ever
BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT CHAPTER 102
(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"It was never a weapon, Sofia. It was a shroud," Nomo shouted over the rhythmic clatter of the transport’s engine as they hurtled away from the burning textile mill. He held the tattered, leather-bound journal he had snatched from Byrne’s desk like it was a live explosive. "The Heartstone wasn't meant to empower you. It was meant to make you invisible.""Invisible? I’ve spent my life being shoved into lockers and ignored in the gutters, Nomo! I didn't need a magical rock for that!" Sofia’s voice was a jagged rasp of frustration. She leaned against the vibrating metal wall of the van, her hands still trembling with a residual violet glow. The indigo blood of the Montague Sovereign was singing in her veins, fighting for dominance against the cold, crystalline hum of her Faerie heritage."You don't understand the scale of what you are," Somito grunted from the driver’s seat, his massive hands white-knuckled on the wheel as he swerved around a pile of indust
BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT CHAPTER 101
(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Move, Doctor! If you trip on that coat one more time, I’m leaving you for the Ashen Fang to find," Sofia hissed, her voice a sharp blade cutting through the humid, stagnant air of the Abribi tunnels. She gripped Dr. Hector Byrne’s arm, her fingers digging into the worn fabric of his lab coat. Every few seconds, she glanced over her shoulder, her indigo eyes searching the shifting shadows for the telltale flicker of Triad tactical lights."I’m trying, Sofia! My lungs aren't calibrated for a sprint through the city's sewer system," Byrne wheezed, his face a ghostly pallor in the dim, green light of the algae-covered walls. He stumbled over a rusted pipe, nearly pulling them both down into the sludge. "Why are you doing this? You should have let the Decree take its course. Saving me is just painting a target on your back that’s already the size of a billboard.""You have the information, Doctor. That makes you the only thing more valuable to me than my own
BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT CHAPTER 100
(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Run, Sofia! Don't look back at the light, just get to the transport!" Aron Quispe’s voice was a frantic, high-pitched rasp that grated against the sudden, unnatural silence of the room. He was scrambling backward, his boots sliding on the frost that had begun to coat the floorboards in thick, crystalline sheets. The air in the study had turned into a frozen vacuum, pulling the heat from Sofia’s skin and the breath from her lungs."I’m not running from a ghost, Aron! I’ve spent my whole life running from things I couldn't see, but she’s standing right there!" Sofia shouted back. She didn't move toward the door. Instead, she planted her feet, her hands igniting with a frantic, unstable indigo fire that hissed as it fought the encroaching cold. The light in her eyes was no longer just violet; it was a deep, bruised indigo that mirrored the blood of the Sovereign currently coursing through her heart."You think I am a ghost, child? I am the foundation of th
BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT CHAPTER 99
(ARON QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Sit down, Sofia. If you go through that door with the fire currently burning in your eyes, you won't even make it past the first security checkpoint in the Medical District," Aron said, his voice cracking like dry timber. He didn't look up from the desk, his hands fumbling with a stack of scorched documents. "You think you’re a predator now because you can throw a psychic tantrum, but you’re still a child playing with a candle in a room filled with gunpowder.""I am done sitting, Aron. I am done listening to the excuses of a man who sold his own blood to the highest bidder," Sofia countered, her voice low and dangerous. She remained standing, her shadow stretching long and jagged across the office floor, fueled by the flickering indigo lamps. "You told me I was a mistake. You told me my mother was a commoner who died of a slum-fever. Every word out of your mouth since I was five years old has been a brick in the wall of my prison. Why should I believe a
BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT CHAPTER 98
SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Did you think I wouldn’t find this place, or did you just hope the Triad would kill me before I had the chance to look you in the eye?" Sofia’s voice didn't shake, though her heart was a frantic drum against her ribs. She stood in the center of the cramped, dust-choked study, the air smelling of old paper and the chemical tang of cheap synthetic blood. She didn't wait for him to stand. She didn't offer him the grace of a greeting.Aron Quispe didn't look like the monster who had haunts her nightmares. He looked like a man made of gray shadows and failed ambitions. He sat behind a desk cluttered with empty vials and yellowing blueprints, his eyes bloodshot as he looked up at the daughter he had sold for a seat at a table that was never meant for him. "You shouldn't be here, Sofia. The Montague guards... the Abribi patrols... they’re looking for you. Coming to me is suicide.""Suicide was leaving me in that cellar, Aron. Coming here is justice," Sofia coun
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